Writer. Demand Poet.
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81 and partly cloudy
In Tegucigalpa, Honduras
Today.
Snowy bits flutter
Downwind from a
Hanes factory, dusting
The cantaloupes as
They vine through
Pest-free fields.
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This post is part of a month-long series of #smallstone found here … Read the rest “The Weather in Honduras”
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Here he comes.
I know he’s on his way. I can’t
See him but I feel the
Tremor. Maybe outside the
Wind has come up,
A last leaf ripped from
The squealing oak and
Rain jumps onto … Read the rest “Oncoming”
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My neighbor I don’t
Know him, except he
Grins and hellos us
On our way to school.
My neighbor he parks
Beater cars in the
Road, rims resting
On blacktop.
My neighbor wears
Dark hoodies, and has scruff
On … Read the rest “Repairs”
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On Tuesdays
I visit you and
We kill the hour and
We eat the time and it’s
Sure that by some standard
We’ve made “Progress.”
On Tuesdays I visit you and I
Sit in that same hard blue… Read the rest “Water Weekly”
Clouds at
Main stuttered
Into dusk.
Showed me
A memory:
Thanksgiving 2007.
Suzannah, the dog and
A Zip car. My
Brother, alone–
Awkard.
We walked low
Tide sunset
Over sodden
Rippled sand.
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This post is from my poetry series … Read the rest “Clouds at Main”